even I’m getting tired of useless desires

I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now, and as usual, I've gotten myself so freaked out about that blank word document that I can't make myself get started.

The other part of it is that this professor has ground all of any will or excitement I had for this class by being a pill about our papers. I think our entire class is worried about how this next paper will turn out, grade wise.

So what have I done tonight? Made cookies, had dinner, read a lot on the subject of my paper, but so far, no actual writing. I've got my MLA books out and am all ready to go. This is why I never write at home. I can't do it - I will do ANYTHING to avoid doing it. Hence the mad cookie making.

And now I'm sitting here, waiting for that stroke of genius to hit me and then I can start writing. But for now, I have Smetana's My Country playing and can hear the clock ticking. My cup of Lipton's "Quietly Chamomile" is brewing and my sister has called me from Albuquerque at least two times and the cats want all of my attention and are getting none of it.

And now we've switched from major to minor in the Moldau theme in the Smetana...things are getting ominous. I should take this as a sign and start working on said paper ASAP.

I should also be sorry I've wasted all of your time with this blathering. Here's a funny tidbit - the ATM's at MCTC speak to you in a British accent.

We're back to major mode, but I should still sign out. Maybe now I can write about the backlist of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

Quote o' the day:

"Generally speaking, everyone is more interesting doing nothing than doing anything." - Gertrude Stein